Zazie Pierre has died today. he died at the vet tranquilized in a pink towel in
his mothers arms with me saying your the best boy, a good boy and your
mother loves you. he did not need to be euthanized , we took him and we
where preparing him for euthanasia and he relaxed and expired. 17 yrs. he
fought hard to live and was deeply loved. he waited for me to come home and
he passed quickly with out pain.
keep your eyes open for a small black boy kitty

I always thought he'd live forever and that he will in my heart. He was born on the Bowery in NYC, I decided to get a cat when My boyfriend left me. I decided I'll be a crazy cat lady. He lived in a crazy place filled with Siamese. It was like a scene from Tomisina. He was a runt being beat up by larger males. I took him home and he screamed behind the stove for 2 months. it was crazy. 17 years later we slept every night together , he in my arms or by my side.in his final 2 days he climbed into bed with me as always. After 1 year we got another kitty Geraldine who was his sister from a different litter, also a runt Geraldine. They where the best of friends and Geri has never been with out her brother more than a week because he had hypurrcat radiation treatment for thyroid. 2 bookends is what my husband called them and that they where.
He was adored by vets and vet teks. the cat was simply good and staff would come out and say this cat is a good cat. black ,sleek, beautiful,fun, affectionate, silent meow, socialized a gift from day one. he was simply the love of my life and my husband has said many times I dont mind being number 2. I went to Alaska with my mother, my husband, cat sat and I came home and he passed in 5 days. he waited for his mother and simply declined at a death race speed.His system simply broke down liver,pancrease,kidneys-WE all tried to save him and yet we could not. I loved him so much my heart hearts. bless my boy

it has been 2 weeks and 3 days since Zazie transitioned. It has been hard on us without him. I remembered a story my friend Neil told me. He is a photographer and he was shooting in the amazon. I hadnt heard from him in awhile and one day he called me. he said he was deep in the jungle and he met a witch or lets say tribal witch in his journeys . she made a native bark drink and she drank it with the people of the tribe, suddenly she turned to neil and said youre a very lucky man you have a female friend in NY who has 2 magic black leopards in her home. He said he instantly thought of Zazie and Geraldie. A few days later I went to the Bronx Zoo and veiwed the black leopards i their habitat. I saw Zazie and Geri. My cats where magical and are. I look in the shadows and my dreams for Zazie. some people have visitations and sightings, I'm waiting

This is the ballad of Zaz and Geri ,2 black cats born on the Bowery .

There is a magic door, Bleeker number nine where Basset came to bless this place
Cross the threshold and you'll find something mystical and divine
Her kittens roam the halls .
I was given Zazie for free and after that Geri
. I can only say I found that place on that day in 1994.
I came again to take 2 more. The black cats are gone ,the Siamese remain, Basset has moved on.
I am left with 1 black and 2 tan siamese and all my memories.
ll never forget what I found behind that door and it will stay with me forever more.
That is where I got my magic cats and Zazie , he will always be in my heart here with me .
Geri will not have to live alone Her brother has found his eternal home
.Basset will protect the rest, her held high above her regal breast .her tail is curled artistically around her feet and I know someday we will all will meet.
the love of a cat is eternal, they are living gods

21 days since Zazie passed . Zaz you are loved, missed and we look for you in the shadows.

darling zazie everyday I look for you, i see you everywhere and I miss you terribly. you are loved
"until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened" Anatole France

on the 1 yr anniversary of your transition:

My luxurious cat, your eyes are of steel and topaz like that of lovers

For the electric touch of your body, not even the rain has such fine hands.

zazie , I had a dream and I found four black kittens , magic Siamese and in the dream I said to my husband , " it's him , it's zaz. I wait for that moment kim sheridan believe's in animal reincarnation , I'm waitng and if not, I will see you when I come home. you are the love of my life. I have never felt such a connection with any living being , and I will always hold you near. 9/19/12
new years day 2014 a tribute to another cat and you are and always will be my cat. I love you Zaz always !

GONE
by Beverly Cole

I don't have to close the bedroom doors, no longer worried your nails will wreak havoc on the rugs.

I am cleaning up the last kernel of your Lord forsaken litter, a battle that I waged for years, that I have finally won. A pyrrhic victory.

I am picking off fur from my sweater without my usual grumbling. The fur will appear less and less now, the couch clean, no tufts of orange and white randomly floating through the air.

There's no more food to order for you. No more subcutaneous fluids to stave off kidney failure. No more thyroid medication. No heartburn relief pills.

We fought for you as hard as you fought for yourself. No, you fought even harder. You loved your life with a passion experienced by few, as simple and serene as it was.

I am taking your fleece blanket out of the dryer. Your urine stains now replaced by my salty tears.

You were just a cat. A 4-year-old flunky mouser who wound up at a shelter. At your best--16 pounds of pomp and circumstance and brilliance and at your worst -- a shrunken shell of what was, desperately clinging to life despite the pain.

I haven't told the kids yet, just saying you're at the doctor when they asked me where you are. The little one calls to you in her small voice, then says "maybe he's in his room and you forgot," she says. No, dearest, I haven't forgotten where he is. When I close my eyes, I see you on the cold steel table, now lifeless, yet still filled with your impenetrable dignity although your eyes are now sunken and still.

I am packing up your brush, the same brush we bought when we started together, 13 years ago. When I groomed you the first time, you meowed and yawned at the same time, rolling onto your back, bored and happy, then gently nipped my hand to remind me who was in charge, a devilish glint in your eyes. When I brushed you this last time, you barely moved your head, so I stopped, not wanting to cause you more pain.

Your fur wasn't always urine soaked. Your smell wasn't always unbearable. That was only recently, after the cancer in your bladder had obstructed your ability to urinate, after the kidney failure had taken over. Before that you were impeccable. Meticulously grooming until your fur shone.

I still hear your cry--strong and plaintive, demanding, not the crusty, faltering mew you have been able to muster recently.

It is hard to be in this house without you. My stomach feels void when I realize that the small crackle I hear is not your footsteps coming upstairs to say goodnight to the kids. I stop myself when I enter the house, almost hearing my voice greet you hello, as I have for the last 13 years. You're not here to answer or come over. You'll never be here again.

I see a ghost of you on the couch waiting for me to sit down at night. I am trying to decide what's more devastating--reliving your death every moment I re-realize you're not here, or knowing that I will get used to your absence.

You were just a cat. You were mine. And I miss you so. My dear, dear friend.

You were my best friend, many times my sole ally, and you trusted me with your life. I hope it was a good one

Zazie #9 Bleeker is closed the tenants Dana and Alice are leaving the cats are moving out ! i'm devastated !
today jan 18 th they"ll be out by the 28th. Im helping momma Alice Torbush move . she's taking your relatives to Maryland !

Oh Señor Don Gato was a cat,
On a high red roof Don Gato sat.
He went there to read a letter,
Meow, meow, meow
Where the reading light was better,
Meow, meow, meow
T'was a love note for Don Gato.

How he adored the lady cat, (alternate line: "I adore you," wrote the lady cat.)
Who was fluffy, white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty
Meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city
Meow, meow, meow
And she said she'd wed Don Gato.

Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily,
He fell off the roof and broke his knee.
Broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
Meow, meow, meow
And his little solar plexus,
Meow, meow, meow
Aye caray!!! cried poor Don Gato. (alternate line: "Ay carramba!" cried Don Gato.)

Well the doctors all came on the run,
Just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation,
Meow, meow, meow
About how to save their patient,
Meow, meow, meow
How to save Señor Don Gato.

But in spite of everything they tried,
Poor Señor Don Gato up and died.
Oh it wasn't very merry,
Meow, meow, meow
Going to the cemetery,
Meow, meow, meow
For the end of poor Don Gato. (alternate line: For the ending of Don Gato.)

As the funeral passed the market square,
Such a smell of fish was in the air.
Though the funeral was slated, (alternate line: Though the burial was slated,)
Meow, meow, meow
He became re-animated,
Meow, meow, meow
He came back to life Don Gato.

(optional refrain: For he had nine lives, Don Gato.)
end of an era babe . mom misses you so much

Dear Lord, please open your gates
and call St. Francis
to come escort this beloved companion
across the Rainbow Bridge.
Assign him to a place of honor,
for he has been a faithful servant
and has always done his best to please me.
Bless the hands that send him to you,
for they are doing so in love and compassion,
freeing her from pain and suffering.
Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss.
Help me remember the details of his life
with the love he has shown me.
And grant me the courage to honor her
by sharing those memories with others.
Let him remember me as well
and let him know that I will always love her.
And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise
,
please allow him to accompany those
who will bring me home.
Thank you, Lord,
for the gift of his companionship
and for the time we've had together.
And thank you, Lord,
for granting me the strength
to give him to you now.
Amen.
- © Brandy Duckworth, 1998
3 years have passed, not one day am I without you. this am I actually thought I saw you, by the bathroom. I'm sure you are here watching Geraldine ,who is now 20. Zaz she has survived you!. She takes care of the new kittens now 3 yrs old. Babette is her favorite. She suffered so when you died. It was hard on her. Babette has helped her. Toulouse,tony is a bother and at times she loves him. he is twice her size and has,unfortunately,tried to mount her ! to no avail!it is crazy. You are still the king and I tell Tony he is not the king till he is 7 years. I love you and I love you and I love you. Zaz my love,my boy, my son. God bless you.

Zazie Pierre Xmas came and went. Geraldine might be joining you in a few years. We are going to try and keep her here. I know she misses you and she really took good care of the kittens despite her age and her illness. They almost killed her with a cold. She has Babette as company and I know she longs for her brother,lover,friend. She has never forgotten you. I think of you daily and I pray you help her cross . Her transition will be peaceful knowing you are awaiting her. I love you, son. Happy New Year ! also good news the pope said animals have souls ! we always knew that. I blessed you posthumously so we can all be together.

"I have felt perpetual gratitude to heaven for having given me, in you, a source of so much pure and unmixed happiness."

Thomas Jefferson it's spring ! we miss you, I miss you Zaz my love!

darling Zaz, your sister Geraldine will be 20 or 21 in sept. we are using your death as her b-day. she has cdk and will be with you shortly. Geraldine loved you and grieved for you so much- please help her transition. I love you.

Merry Christmas my boy! Geraldine is still here! She will join you someday. Happy new year!

Zaz- I can only hope you and Geraldine are together again. Her passing was not peaceful. She is missed as are you. You are part of us everyday.

dad said this about you

Chris"when I first met Zaz he was a fop and a mommas boy. We had many confrontations. He threw up in my shoe, he ripped up my suits. We didn't get along for many years. dont forget I hit him in the head with a shoe. He wasn't going to destroy my life, jackass. We hated each other. he was a jealous mommas boy. He struck out violently against me. Then a few years went by -- we coexisted. We tolerated each other. The mother liked us both and played us both as saps- then one day. Zaz became ill. Reluctantly I took him to the vet with the mother several times. The mother happened to be very busy in her photo business and I became the key person to take my -- not best friend to the vet. My love and respect for my wife and her love of Zaz I pulled through these many visits to the vet. The visits where uncomfortable and expensive while my wife was working. After many procedures Zaz came home a broken figure of a cat- in pain , weak and leg hurting and no longer the cat that he was. We observed Zaz where Zaz made a transformation from fop cat to hero cat a dandy cat to a hero. Instead of a cat wanting love and comfort Zaz preformed non selfish, heroic movements of his body and mind with great dignitiy to continue his healing process, the famous moment with the bad leg , sick to his stomach and head -- limped over- it seemed like miles to a litter box in another room --when he bravely dragged himself back
Slowly, I realized he was mature, an adult and a hero. I loved and respected him. He was my friend"

I still love you everyday. HappyNew Year with Geraldine

well, Zaz I hope you're with Geraldine she loved you so. it been a year since she died. I know she's young and sleek sleeping with you. she suffered after you died. Please Zaz love her with all your heart for us. her end was not easy. I also feel guilty about her death and about giving you so many temptations. I loved you so much my darling . dad does too. know youre both loved.

well another year has pssed my dearest and you are #1 son. I saw Alice and Tuffy. She showed me pictures of your mom. I want you to know you'll always be #1 son. Toulouse is a good boy ND HE'S NOT A MAGIC BLACK CAT. YOU ARE I hope you are with Geraldine, she loved you so. She tolerated the kittens and Im glad you are together. Mom loves you- always